Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wings. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.